The updates will be hella slow, so please don't blame me. I'm trying my best.
Also, please don't have too many hopes from this book.
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"Denke an all das Schöne, was in dir selbst und dich herum wächst und sei glücklich!"
-Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy!-
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The black of the night broke out into a deep, melancholic blue as dawn tip-toed in. The sky was painted a light blue, an orange glowing ball rising with every second. Jungkook held Taehyung close as he leaned onto the wall. His legs were tangled with the younger's and his hand was over the younger's head, protecting him, letting him know that someone was there.
He looked down, dried tears on his cheeks. Taehyung's face was hidden, his hands clutching the front of Jungkook's shirt. The younger slowly looked up, his eyes red and swollen, tear streaks visible on his face. Jungkook's heart broke into pieces at the sight as he pulled the younger towards him, embracing him.
He had never known that there was more to the story than he knew. So, so much more. His mind was blank and filled with everything all at once. He felt nothing and everything at once. How could he not? He had just come to know that he had a family. A family he couldn't even protect. He felt some movement and he looked up.
Taehyung had reached forward, brushing away the older's tears with the pad of his thumb. Jungkook hadn't even realised he was crying. He noticed the fresh drops of tears on his shirt as he locked eyes with Taehyung.
"I love you."
In an instant, he had cupped the younger's face, staring into his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Tae." He closed his eyes in agony as Taehyung bit his lip, leaning into the touch. They weren't lovers right now, they were merely wounded mates, licking each other's wounds till they healed. Like animals in the wild, like the purest bond, there ever was.
Taehyung let out a small sob, letting out a whisper. "I love you, too." Tears leaked from his eyes as Jungkook sat up, cupping his other cheek as he leaned forward. The younger looked at him, searching his eyes before he slowly closed them, another tear streaking his cheek. Jungkook slowly closed the distance between them with a soft kiss.
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Sharp footsteps collided with the silence spread over the mansion. The male knocked on a mahogany door, his knuckles quickly rapping against the wood. The door opened to reveal a large white room, a table in the middle with a chair behind it. A man in his late 40s sat on the chair, his eyes sharp and deadly as he looked up.
"Sir, we lost another one of our industries. The ones in Itaewon were burned down this morning. No one saw anyone at the scene." The young man said as he waited for his boss to reply. The older male looked at the man as he stood up, his eyes piercing.
"Find out sho is doing all his or else..." He didn't need to finish this sentence as the man was already running out the door, barking orders at everyone. Hyunbin frowned, fists clenched and lips pursed into a thin line. "Who could be doing this?"
He stormed out of his office, walking to the black room as the guards opened the doors. He needed to let out his frustration. He took off his coat, handing it to one of his servants as he walked into the dark room, screams echoing.
The only noise coming out from the room for the next 4 hours were the screams of anguish of his victims. He smirked as he killed off the last one, blood all over his face and body. His plain white shirt was bleeding into red, big blotches over it as he walked out from the chambers. He missed his favourite plaything. The only one who could give him the satisfaction he needed.
The one that was dead now.
His son, Kim Taehyung.
Hyunbin let out a growling laugh, the eerily silent echoing with the sound. But little did he know, this was just the calm before the storm.
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The ravenette cracked his neck, his bones popping as he jumped down from the hood of the small truck. His shoes hit the gravel, a small puff of dirt blowing up. With each step, the small stones beneath his feet crunched, being dragged with the male. The man stood tall, his eyes fixed on the burning building in front of him.
The big, bright frames licked the walls, painting them black as the only thing left behind was ash. Soot flew around the small group, explosions racking up the ground. But none of them moved away. The flames died down, leaving behind a heap of crushed desires and deep grey dust, smoke billowing from it.
"I hope Mr Kim finds our gift worthy of him." His voice was deep, his tongue licking his lips, making the piercing on them shine. He grinned and looked back at the group, their faces reflecting his smile. He whistled a baseless tune, ignoring the ever building ache as he stepped into his car. His driver shut the door, getting in after and starting the car. The car ride was smooth and peaceful and the man looked out of the window, watching Seoul pass by next to him.
He shrugged off the sound of the radio and focused on the non-existent To-do list on his window. There was not much left and he smiled. It wasn't a satisfied smile, not even a happy one.
There was something very.... sad, eerily so about the smile and no one questioned it.
The mansion came into his view and he plastered on his smile, getting ready to face the world in his battle against his past.
He stepped out, his demeanour changing and his mind filling up with everything he had to do. Everything he had to accomplish before- He stopped himself short as he walked in, eyes determined and aura radiating danger. He found himself planning his moves, training in his gym, loading up a gun and shooting the dummy mercilessly.
Every action screamed at him to stop, the ache spreading over, coiling around him, forcing him to submit to the dreadful pain. But he still stood tall, willing himself to work. Willing himself to push beyond his limit. Just one time.
One last time.
He would slowly lose himself, his ties coming undone and his controls falling. He was like a puppet with each string snapping one at a time, losing control of each limb slowly, becoming a mere doll right in front of everyone's eyes. He burned and crashed, the wounds still deep, still bleeding.
He was bleeding.
Even after 3 years, 6 years, 9 years, his entire goddamn life, he was still bleeding, still burning, still shivering, still pleading.
He stared back at his reflection, eyes red with anger and lips bleeding. The blood fell on the floor and like all the previous times, was left to crust over in ignorance. He licked his lips, the blood smearing.
And with the intensity of a crescendo, Taehyung snapped off the remaining strings, setting himself free.
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I'm sorry if it's a little confusing but the last few paragraphs are just there to give you a vague idea of the story progression.
Also, my writing style may have changed, I've been away for so long.
We just have around 2 chapters left of Sehnsucht now, hehe. Please stay till the end.
-G.S.
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Fanfiction"In this world.... There is no point of happiness" A man that captured the underworld. The King of the underworld, Kim Taehyung. A boy who was pulled to the depths of hell on Earth. A man who has been misunderstood all his life. The perfect bad boy...
